SOME OF US ENDURED
by distraction, a screen always at hand. Some by contemplation, mortal questions on the mind. Time, we were reminded, is always running out. But try as we might, we can’t escape it or conquer it by understanding. Better, as T.S. Eliot wrote, simply to stay attuned to its passing, to “the unattended moment.” A kid’s quiet company, “or a waterfall, or music heard so deeply that it is not heard at all, but you are the music while the music lasts.”